But not too high. You remember that time I got on that God-awful see-saw and freaked out? Well, okay, good then. So not so high.
I feel the same way about traveling to another country. I’m not much of a traveler. I used  to just tell people (But only when they asked) that I did not like traveling. But now the phrase, “I’m not much of a traveler.” seems to work pretty well. Some people will inquire further about my decision to stay in the contiguous United States. And this is when I get creative. I tell them I get constipated or sick. And that seems to satisfy people–now these people I’m talking about are strangers, so I don’t have have to delve too much into the intricacies of my idiosyncrasies.
Friends are different. They have me figured out and they know I am a liar. So they just nod their head as I give them the next crucial piece in my anti-travel manifesto.
My husband is another story. He flat-out divorced me citing “irreconcilable differences.” Although he did not specify in the paper-work that it was because I don’t like to travel and he does.